MURTYMUSE

  Hindi Translated Poems – 1 By BSM Murty                The Joohi Bud Suryakant Tripathi ‘Nirala’ Indolent, on a lonesome woodland bine Lay lapped in leafy bowers – in wedded bliss – lost in dreams of love- A snow-fresh, soft, sweet maid – the Joohi bud: Its eyelids sealed.           ‘Twas vernal night time.              Loitering in some land remote           Was the lonely Breeze, love-lorn, forlorn           - the Breeze they call the Malaya.           Memories surged up,           Of that sweet murmur in reunion,           Of the moon-laved midnight,           Of the tremulous, lovely limbs of his love. And lo, the Breeze – over lakes and groves and broo...